It’s such a senseless aggression and as manly as kicking a dog. It’s difficult to not put it in some sort of check—it took me a mile to realize I wasn’t watching engine trouble, but some raging asshole toy with an EV and a complete stranger’s safety for the fun of it. Who the fuck does that? What has to be broken in you to enjoy that shit? Agh. Just please be careful when you engage with the death cult, they aren’t working with a full deck.